Turbid thoughts taint decisions undermining clarity and cogent concepts moot matters mar the mindscape ululating notions create commotion leaving the brain too befuddled to tie all the unravelled loose ends.
Written for David’s W3 to yours truly’s prompt to write an acrostic poem on the following.
Goodness of heart cannot be measured reservoir of love never empty an instant of love or an eternity of liking time deepens the gossamer threads into something beyond categorisation tangible ties transcending all impediments understandably, the heart overflows drawing inspiration from love without conditions expectations never the mainstay of some bonds.
An acrostic to show gratitude to all who matter to me. Today, like any other day, is a good day to show appreciation for your continued presence in my life. 🙏🏼
No clear skies, no moon, no stars only haze hangs low over the concrete maze verdant greens wear a sooty grey suit malevolent air chokes the throat babies and elders are trapped indoors effing cough refuses to subside, making everyone reach for the ubiquitous air purifiers!
Written for David’s W3 to Paula’s prompt to write an acrostic on November.
You can read about Delhi’s pollution here and here.
“Poetry is the lifeblood of rebellion, revolution, and the raising of consciousness.” – Alice Walker.
Poetry courses through my veins unhindered is giving words to thoughts not a primordial urge! the words gush forth on their own lifeblood they are of my very existence of pain and joy, of this and that, of protest and rebellion I do sing revolution I may not have wrought with my pen and may be no tyrant has quailed before the hand wielding the quill raising voice and concerns is my calling of course poetry is the tremulous yet persistent voice of consciousness; that sometimes gets waylaid by perception.
Today’s challenge is to write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line. Perhaps you could write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry? You could even try using a newspaper headline or something from a magazine article.
Daring to dream of dedicating life to the craft Is certainly not as easy as it seems Setting goals for self and then walking on the Chosen path; two banks of a river at times Intent to bridge the gap always there Perseverance is sometimes in short supply Life’s plans and mine often don’t coincide I am forever looking for a median track Not meeting deadlines I do hate Efforts continue to fall in line with the objectives.
Gung-ho, attractive and daring Unexpectedly arriving with an overflowing portmanteau Eager to occupy the vacant space Stealthily making way to the heart on the bias Tricky love puzzled mind also does abduct!
Making its arrival known with a lot of fanfarE The lips flutter in a smile like a blooM The silly heart dances with gustO Tattooing only one name in the chesT Then suddenly it leaves without an alibI The mind again feels like a stupid bozO Taken on the same old ride once agaiN.
Lillian says: I challenge you to either write a poem that in some way relates to a puzzle you’ve been faced with, or includes the word “puzzle”; or try your hand at an Acrostic; or extra points if you write an Acrostic Plus!